Shortly before noon, remarkably early by my standards, I venture out with ma belle for a brief brisk walk. We hastily tread the tarmacced pavement, eyes streaming, as we’re buffeted by a chill north wind; within a few minutes we reach a more yielding footpath, a sense of freedom as the vista changes to wide open spaces and serried ranks of trees.
Strangely, the wind’s howl seems amplified once we’ve escaped the built environment; is it quite simply relishing the self-same freedom we have entered into or, is it complaining at the trees resistance?
On this bright crisp morning, it feels good to be alive. [Now, those are words you don’t expect to emanate from these quarters].
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
2 comments:
It's been a pleasure to read of late of your renewed activity and more positive state. Spring is on its way, time of rebirth and new beginnings and I hope you can share in that process
Thanks Martyn, I'll try to live in that hope.
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